Page 13 of Miami Heat (Urban Heat 3)

“I’ve never turned you away from my bed, Adam.” She put a hand on her hip, and even though you made me mad, I’m not now. We’ve argued like cats and dogs because makeup sex is hot.”

“If I take you like this, I don’t know what will happen.”

She frowned. “Like what? You look good to me.”

He did, too. His black hair tussled about his head, a new wild, almost dangerous look, in his eyes. Even his muscles seemed more defined, and Adam already had a body every man could envy. He gave off an aura of power she’d never known before from him, and she liked it. The man didn’t understand how he turned her on right then.

He had been glancing toward the balcony as she examined him, but the minute she thought of how much he excited her, he breathed in deep and turned an intense gaze on her. “Sakura.”

“What?”

He took a step toward her, and she tried backing up, but the wall kept her where she stood. “You’re turned on,” he said, his tone an accusation.

“So?” She raised her eyebrows in challenge.

A large hand flattened on the wall beside her head and another on the opposite side. “I can’t leave.”

“Who’s asking you to?”

“It’s not…” He shut his eyes, but he breathed deep again, and the moan he gave off was almost feral. Goose bumps broke out on her arms, and she practically purred in response. Without opening his eyes, Adam placed a hand over her mouth and shook his head. “Don’t.”

She pulled his hand down. “Aw, come on, Adam. I like this game. You look like you’re about to lose control, and here I am a helpless maiden waiting to be ravaged by the big bad—”

“Stop!” he insisted.

She fell silent.

His hands moved from the wall to rove her hips, the outsides of her thighs, and around to her ass. He gave the cheeks a squeeze, a little too roughly. She bit her lip.

“Adam, why don’t you open your eyes?”

He didn’t answer but raised her chin and covered her mouth with his. The invasion of his tongue between her lips wasn’t a request, but a demand. He swept the warm interior, taking what he wanted and left Sakura trembling. She curled her fingers into his shirt and pulled him closer. She stretched up to her toes and arched into his chest, hungry for more, but Adam pushed her back until she bumped the wall. He followed with his hard body, pressing her tight, exploring her mouth while his hands skimmed over her form. He found the line of her panties and ripped them off, then tossed the ragged material away. His thick fingers parted her folds and sank into her wetness. She whimpered, gasping against his mouth. He pumped his digits deep inside her until the heel of his palm thumped her swollen clit. The movement skyrocketed her toward an orgasm, but Adam wasn’t satisfied. Even as he kept kissing her, he tore out of his clothes and kicked his shoes off. When he was naked, he grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her off her feet. Sakura scarcely had time to realize what he intended before he plunged his cock into her pussy. Her butt hit the wall, but he plowed hard, grinding his shaft home. She lost all strength, shocked at his size. Seemingly overnight, his cock had grown, so big it stretched her walls, and a tiny sliver of pain made her clutch his shoulders and turn her head so she could speak.

“Adam,” she managed to whisper, “you’re so thick. I’m not sure…”

“Don’t tell me no, Sakura.” He moved from his lips to her throat, and not once did he slow his thrusts. “Por favor.”

She hesitated, partly scared at this wildness she hadn’t seen before and somewhat excited, too. What he did to her body felt good, but it also seemed like his control was slipping. She had a choice to give in to her nerves or enjoy the pleasure he offered.

“Don’t stop, baby,” she murmured, and he pumped so hard, banging the wall, she wondered if any second the plaster would give. While his roughness hurt it felt incredible, too, better than she remembered sex with Adam had ever felt—and making love with him had always been explosive.

He raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist, then held her ass. Sakura’s breast flattened against his chest, the little silky hairs tickling her stiff peaks. She held onto him, but it hardly seemed necessary. His pecs flexed, but it didn’t seem like he had to struggle at all with her weight.

She shut her eyes and found the pulse at his throat, nipping it. Adam made an odd sound and raised her head. He claimed her mouth again, slanting his over hers and kissed her brutally. While he pinned her in place, her orgasm slammed through her system, and she screamed in his mouth. He pulled out and carried her to the table.

“The bed’s right—” she began.

He dropped her on the end and plowed inside her heat. Sakura fell back, but before she hit the table, Adam had brushed everything off it. He crushed her on the unyielding surface, holding the opposite end with both hands and driving deep into her pussy. Sakura opened her mouth to moan, but no sound came out. She tried winding her arms around Adam’s neck, but she could do no more than lie beneath him, letting him have his way. Her core muscles began to twine for another orgasm, but he withdrew.

“Adam.”

This time he looked at her, his eyes open. They appeared feverish to her, so dark. She had no time to question him or look deeper before he flipped her onto her belly so that her legs hung over the side of the table. He lined his body with hers, and she reached back quickly to cover her butt.

“I know we do it back there sometimes, but there’s no way you’re fitting that monster in me tonight.”

She glanced at him over her shoulder, and he blinked then straightened. “Lo siento. I was too rough.” He took a step back, but Sakura grabbed his hand. She went up to her toes and arched her back, pushing her butt in the air. A little wiggle in invitation had Adam staring, hunger in his gaze. He hadn’t come yet, and she’d never let him go unsatisfied.

“I was ready to come again. You’re going to let me go like this?” she teased.

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